Seeping up out of the ground, Into my ***** pipe…Seeping, seeping, not lost, nor found.The Earth, as plucked, is ripe.For oil is my blackness-****, And verily; my tune...For I will rend this world to dust,To keep my Silver-Spoon.

Perched upon a corporate throne, We march into the great unknown As wasted words of gossip drone And steel replaces brick and stone.Soon you find yourself alone In crowded streets with a global phone, Doing a random strangers bidding.

A means to an end they say, As poor men die while rich men play, When honest work brings modest pay, And doesn't last 'em through the day Though profiteers in moral grey Flood the airwaves to in turn say, "Our wealth simply paves the way, Tomorrow is your salvation day, You want peace? Then war is only fitting."

Look and you will see Money buys democracy, The Citizens United, see? If we knew the truth, would we agree? Those answers are not going to be Yes or no but more likely Maybe, perhaps, or possibly, Because in reality, Right and wrong are just kidding.

To those who fret the plagues we face,Yet believe we can change this place,Who stifle doubts about the Human Race,And yearn to e together in this chase,With subdued pride and envy, in every case, Seeking common goals to found the base, May we lay the evil plots to waste, For evils clients who once stood are now sitting.

The time is now, make a stand ,Pull our heads out of the sand Call their bluff with a hidden hand Of virtue they don’t quite understand,Defy procedure’s they have planned ,Unite across the lines that brand, Refuse all prejudice, none may be accepted.

Some know for they already looked And the flow of money keeps them booked, Takes but once to have them hooked, Setting the table with food uncooked For others whose foundations shook Are pitted against the small time crook Hoping only that we be protected .

Hark the sounds of rebellious cries For those that call, they realize All that lives sure enough diesBut when displeased we close our eyes To the masters of disguise Who think their profit justifies The invisible hand growing in size While their strings attached go uncorrected

They kept us quiet all the while Waiting with numbers dialed To put the innocent to trial Lining up in single file To be cast into the same old pile None willing to lay down their tile, Casting shadows upon their guile, The double agent mercantile, Lobbying candidates to endorse.

All I ask, is to what do we base belief? Dying children get no relief Oil poisons the coral reef Prophecy of the fallen chief Given a thought but a bit too brief Together a tree, alone but a leaf Although it is all who feel the grief Of our actions consequential course

Corrupted elites discuss our goals So we continue to dig our holes To depths that darken souls Rigging markets to decide our roles Assumptions made so that greed controls They draw their graphs till the pencil dulls Then add a factor, see how that goes Without even the slightest feeling of remorse

Growth is sacred, but is it moral? Strengthen reason yet we quarrel Over falsities of ***** oral Arrangements like that of floral Remedies but not doctoral Blood of fallen lives pastoral Remind that we’re all mortal But all thereafter bear the force.

So please tell me at what cost? In a moments past our objectives lost Compassion was our hand now tossed Lines we’ve drawn, lines we’ve crossed How much dirt can be washed From our conscience we exhaust Before shattering glass of fate we sloshed? Working from the scattered pieces back to the source

It is us who blindly lead the strut We are the source and nothing but Whose center point is one giant rut Where false desires cracked and cut And the selfish feed an endless gut, When our culture begins to split and jut, We might finally ask... It was all for what?

Inspired by the great Bob Dylan. I refer you to the song “It’s Alright Ma’”